The St. Johns herald., 1887-06-23
The El Paso Inter-Republics says

cisco Chronicle a few days ago an nounced thatssa prospectorssnamed John Owsley was<Eprobably mur dered by the Apaches in the Bunker Hill district at about the same time Diehl was so toully.. assassinated A pretty substantial evidence oi the incorrectness of the report was presented to our reporter last even ing in the person. of MT. Owsley himself, who came in over the Southern Pacific, after having pass ed through about as narrowing an experience as falls to the lot of most men. He is typical miner and frontiersman, thickset, swarthy and alert and has spent the major DOT tion of his life upon the fringes of civilization. Pulling a chair in front of the Grand Central he told his story.
 II was out on little excursion of my own," he said, "and was at the time in the hills about twenty miles southwest of Diehl's place. I am we'll acquainted with Johnny Scanton, Diehls partner, and saw him as I passed through few days before. They were putting up a sort of corral and none of us knew a word about the Apaches being out, and worse luck, had been given to understand that they were un- usually peaceable this season.
 "Well, 1 saw a little piece of pro- perty over there-a lode showing up some right pretty gold in de- composed quartz and I set myself to doing the assessment work with out thought of danger. I had put up a little brush cabin near the place and slept there.
 "On the afternoon of the day fol- lowing the Diehl killing I was feel ing rather tired, and went up to sort of little raise like this," he sketched off rough diagram with his stick, ito smoke a pipe and get a breath of air; for it is blazing hot down there. l had no more than taken a puff or two, when l saw four Indians on their ponies head ing right toward my place. Then l knew in a minute that there was the mischief to pay, for when an Apache is off the reservation, it is goodbye scalp if they get you. I ;hrew my pipe on the ground and stamped on 1t, and got into a, little brush thicket about as big as a | house. It was no shelter and the worst part of it was, was not pre- pared for fight. 1 had left my fife at the house, and as bad luck would have 1t. I had taken a couple | 'f shots out of my revolver at some ack rabbits, and had only four car ridges in 1t and no ammunition belt. I made up my mind mighty Iuick that if it came to a show town I would get three of those elbows and save one cartridge for myself. No slow death in mine 10, thank you.
 By the time was under cover he Apaches had got to my cabin. could see them plain as day, for hey were only about 500 yards of, md it seemed to me that they must zee through that brush like thin 'eil. They could see all of the in- ide of the cabin through the door xcept one corner, and before they vent in, one of them up with his
  Jun and sent a ball there. That ettled it. l. lay mighty low and vas most afraid to breathe. Pretty oon they came out and I could lear them pow-wowing to each 'ther in their cursed lingo. One vent over to the shaft and looked n there, and then pointed to the rest. That was away from where
 was. Then there was more jab- 'ering, and pretty soon I saw moke. They had set my little old rush house on fire.
 Right here I want to tell you a unny thing. I will always believe hey didn't intend to fire the place. lay be they were afraid of the mOke attractino attention. and. II